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⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️

It was 3 am, we had stayed up all night because I had a lot of pain that got worse; Oliver suggested we go to the hospital but I refused. He felt my head and I had a fever, he grabbed a wash cloth for my head "I really think you need to go to the hospital." I stood up and felt something go down my leg, he looked at me "What? What happened?" He looked at my leg "We're going to the hospital!"

I felt a huge pain hit my stomach and back; he threw his shoes on and carried me down to the car we had rented. He kept his hand in mine as I cried in pain "Oliver.." he looked at me "It's way too early." I clenched my stomach "Call.. my dad." He was breathing hectically "I will when we get there." He ran up the curb of the emergency room, throwing it in park, pulling me out and running into the hospital.

We had been waiting to get checked in for about 20 minutes, as we waited I noticed a lady yelling something in a different language while security dragged her out, she stopped fighting and pulled away from them. Looking at my stomach she spoke to me but I didn't translate what she had said so I assumed she was insane. Oliver came and sat back down "What was the about?" I shrugged "She's insane I guess."

They eventually rushed me back and Oliver stood at my side the entire time. I felt alot of pressure, the doctor came in "You're in active labor." Oliver looked up at her as she pulled the chair forward and started to put my legs up "No! It is way too soon." I looked at him "I'm sorry." He looked at me and rubbed my forehead "No I'm sorry." He kissed my forehead and grasped my hand; I started crying "I should've listened to you hour ago."

He tried to keep from breaking down "This is not your fault!" A huge wave hit in my back making me jump up and falling back onto the bed, the doctor yelled at the nurse "I need a blanket please!" Oliver looked down "It's okay." He looked back up at me as his eyes watered; I kept pushing when told.

I looked at him "I don't want to do this. Don't make me do this." He wiped his eyes "It's okay. We got this. I'm right here." I started hyperventilating, the monitors started beeping. Nurses crowded me to calm me down, Oliver tried his best to help and talk to me.

I started calming down until I saw the doctor jump up with our baby and run to the other side of the room with a few other nurses. Oliver turned my head to his "Don't look over there just focus on me." I got upset again "Why are they doing CPR!" He sighed and kept talking to me ignoring my question "Lily I need you to focus on me" I looked back toward the doctor and nurses "Help my baby!"

Oliver turned my head to his "Look at me okay, trust me please." I sniffled "I can't lose my baby." He frowned "Lily please." The doctor left the room; the charge nurse came over "We did all we could." I sat up frantically "No!" Oliver threw his arms around me and held me gently "Lil." I started screaming and frantically crying; Oliver laid on the bed beside me once I was cleaned up.

He held me the entire time we were there. We held her, though it was hard; I couldn't live without knowing what our baby would've looked like. She was premature but she was still beautiful. Too beautiful for this crap of a life both Oliver and I live in.

The final day I had been there, a person higher up representing the hospital had come in and spoke with us about a mistake we had been unaware of. One of the nurses had made a mistake resulting in our daughters death. I had broken down and Oliver had lost it "What the fuck! How are we just hearing about this?"

The representative had explained what had happened and gave us a card with a number to their private attorney; the thought of this was no mistake hurt worse. We already prepared to lose her but we didn't expect it to be this way.

Once I was discharged, we made arrangements for her burial. Oliver reached out to his lawyer as well as my dad, once he heard the news he was ready to shut it down completely. As for me I didn't care for the money, I wanted my daughter. That grew Oliver and I apart; he took his anger out by suing. But that wouldn't bring her back.

Months had passed; they sued, won and got the hospital shut down. Oliver and I fought; I dealt with it alone; he drank and avoided me. We stayed in Paris considering it still wasn't safe to go home. My dad helped me get into a studio by myself that was next door to Oliver for my safety, I didn't agree to it but it was better then living with him.

Oliver and I barely spoke but when we did, I couldn't stand our conversation or last 5 minutes with feeling mad and bugged with him. I can't blame him for what happened but I can blame him for walking out when he was needed the most. My siblings were sent by my dad to live with me for their safety just in case. They were considerate for once and helped me out especially my little brother.

Hunter understood how Oliver felt more than anyone, he reminded me that Oliver was going through the loss too and his way of healing was different from mine; it didn't mean he didn't love me or care but that he doesn't want me to see that side of him where he's at his weakest. He has every right to be angry and upset. They took his child away from him like they did me. Our child.